Rows of scarlet small words quickly appeared in front of Gu Qingshan.

"There are twenty-one spirits in total."

"Your sacrificial dance has undergone three hundred and seventy-seventy-one modifications under the guidance of another dancer."

"Your dance was forcibly terminated once again."

"The dance is about to fall into a state of silence and then begins to evolve."

All the small words flashed and disappeared from the void.

A new prompt is refreshed:

"You have activated the mystery of the ultimate coordinating sentient beings and have completely become a strange creature: the dragon eater."

"Do you want to obtain the memory and all the skills of the Dragon Eater?"

Gu Qingshan said: "Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be able to play it well."

The prompt refreshes again: "The Dragon Eater is not much stronger than you. With your divine power as the Earth God and the Water God, you can automatically obtain its memories and skills."

"From now on, you've become a dragon eater."

"You have obtained the following abilities..."

“…”

While looking, Gu Qingshan nodded at Ms. Jiwu.

"It's already done!" he said.

The monk Saiwu looked solemn and said, "Remember, don't tell us anything you know, we will find a way to see it ourselves."

"I understand." Gu Qingshan said.

Cai Cang made a gesture.

In an instant, all the spirits turned into runes and disappeared in the void.

A line of scarlet letters popped out:

"The technique of obscuring the spirits of the dust seal has disappeared. From now on, time, space and cause and effect will return to normal."

The lights reopened, the music started again, and the catwalk on the runway continued.

All the spirits disappeared.

Everything is back to its original state.

Gu Qingshan had become a middle-aged man, walked to the other person's original seat and sat down, whistling loudly at the hot beauty on the runway.

He turned into a star-chasing and lustful uncle!

The battle that just happened was like a confused dream, as if it had never existed.

Half an hour later, the grand fashion show came to an end.

The middle-aged man took two steps at a time, squeezed to the stage and chatted with a model, and asked for an autograph photo.

It was not until the other staff repeatedly asked him down and only stopped him, he walked off the runway with satisfaction.

The audience dispersed one after another.

The middle-aged man also walked out of the show.

He wandered around outside, picked a buffet restaurant, and went in for supper.

Two hours later.

I saw a middle-aged man walking out with difficulty holding the wall.

"This guest, please wait a moment, the money has not been settled yet."

An urgent greeting came from behind, but the middle-aged man showed disdain and activated the teleportation technique without looking back.

He disappeared directly from the fantasy country of sin.

Some secret place.

Caizang couldn't help but say, "Madam, the successor you are looking for is really bad."

"He is acting." said Ms. Jiwu.

"Well, the performance is also very bad."

...

The middle-aged man returned to the cave.

It was already late at night.

He lay on the bed, and as soon as the quilt was covered, he began to sleep soundly.

One night passed.

daytime.

The middle-aged man slept until midnight before he woke up.

After eating instant noodles, he put on his virtual device and started playing games.

When the sun sets, I soaked another bowl of noodles, put down my virtual equipment and started reading comic books.

The day just passed like this.

The next day still passed like this.

Day 3, day 4 to day 5.

He was sitting on the bed playing a virtual game, and the void suddenly moved.

I saw a metal tube falling down and hanging in front of him.

A long needle poked out of the metal tube and showed it in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man jumped up and said unhappily: "Why do you need to verify your identity again? This will greatly affect my mental state. Don't you know?"

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense. In order to ensure that everything goes smoothly, you must ensure that there will be no problems with your identity." A voice came from the metal tube.

The needle suddenly penetrated the middle-aged man's head.

The next moment.

The middle-aged man twitched all over and moaned in pain.

When the needle was retracted, he fell to the ground and his whole body was soaked in sweat.

"It hurts so much, damn it!" he cursed.

The sound in the metal tube becomes relaxed: "Identity authentication is passed, please start entering the recently obtained position coordinates."

The middle-aged man had to get up, faced with an operation screen, and completed the input with difficulty.

The metal tube said again: "Now I ask you, has something happened in the dusty world recently?"

The middle-aged man said, "No, according to the surveillance data here, everything is normal."

The voice in the metal tube said, "Idiot, if you only look at the data, what else do you want?"

The middle-aged man shrank his body and spread his hands helplessly and said, "But nothing big happened in the dusty world."

Metal Pipeline: "No, the main priest of the Final Sacrifice seems to have launched a priest dance."

"She was just dancing... Besides, I didn't dare to get close to see such things, after all, you know my strength." said the middle-aged man.

The metal tube fell silent.

The middle-aged man waited for a while and seemed to feel bored. He simply picked up the instant noodles bowl on the table and took another sip of the cold noodle soup inside.

"You still eat? You know how to eat every day, and you don't do anything serious!" metal pipe scolded.

The middle-aged man said in disappointment: "What else? Otherwise, you might as well find some seriously injured and dying dragon clans, and I promise to defeat them."

"The affairs of the Dragon Clan have become a discussion in the past and decided to let you further into the center of power in the dusty world." Metal Pipeline.

"But why? I'm very happy in this cave. Those spirits respect me very much and never come to provoke me." The middle-aged man spread his hands and said.

"Yes, even if you don't pay the bills, those spirits never care about it." Metal tube said in a sarcastic tone.

"You peek at me!" the middle-aged man said furiously.

"This is part of the work! In order to grasp everything!" said the metal tube sternly.

"Hmph, it's so boring! It's so boring! Let me tell you, if I were to enter the power center of the dusty world, my junk strength would inevitably be exposed. After all, I'm good at dealing with the dragon clan, not being them!" the middle-aged man roared.

"Calm down. By the way, you did a good job before and did not arouse any suspicion. You have successfully allowed the organization to master all the coordinates. Now the organization has made a decision to allow you to gain more strength." Metal Pipeline.

The middle-aged man beat him up.

"Get strength?" he repeated.

"Yes, your personal image has perfectly matched the Dragon God, and has developed on his basis and has been recognized by many spirits, so your next task is still very heavy." Metal Pipeline.

"Will it hurt to improve your strength?" the middle-aged man asked in a trembling voice.
To be continued...